Nothing Left - But Violence

He's too old to be cute.
Too scarred to be romantic.
Too mean to be wise, and too dumb to be heartwarming.

All he has left - is the violence he sells - like stale hotdogs sold after the game.

It's blatant - in your face - vengeance turned into immoral rage. 

But nobody seems to notice this man's pathetic cage.

Cept him.

So he keeps to the shadows, he keeps to the night. 
He does his best to remain out of sight.

Unless it's scripted - smiles and laughter.

This man - who nobody is after.

He sits atop a throne of the dead -
dead poets , dead storytellers who were never seen
for the greedy gleam
in his rapidly yellowing eyes.

This party, then the next - mixing it up - as only a pretend killer can. 
This man and his twice-empty hands.

What do you suppose it'll take
for him to finally make a moral stand?

Too old to be cute. 
Too dumb to be kind. 
This man...  who set out to make this world a landmine
for any and all
who follow behind.

What karma does the wholesale of death provoke? 
What demons...

my dude, have you awoke?



X
02/06/2023


*besides me.

© Raena Exe 2023 
​*All rights reserved

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